My “Happiness
Is Homemade”
pillow is wearing
out. The piping
exposed at the
corners.
I want to take it
apart and re-build
it, having not yet
mastered its message.
I still look for
happiness off the rack,
delivered to the door
or the post office
box.
Forget to claim it
a breath at a time,
and so don’t see
it is already here.

5/11/02